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Remember that glorious feeling on the last day of school? The independence day celebrated not in July but in June by elementary school children? The day you wrote "No more homework, no more books, no more teacher's dirty looks!" across your battered notebook?For me, growing up in rural Virginia, summer meant long, hot, lazy days spent working on that underground fort out behind the chicken house, going barefoot, watching out for snakes, exploring the rolling countryside with my dog looking for more good places to build hideouts, plotting adventures with my siblings, fighting with my siblings, climbing in black walnut trees, taking swimming lessons at the municipal pool in town, picking strawberries in our garden to sell at a roadside stand, picking blackberries in the pastures, hoeing beans, taking care of my little brother in the yard in the shade of towering oak trees, and spending a very much anticipated and thoroughly exciting week at 4H camp which came just as I was beginning to get really bored with being home so much with my siblings. Then when September rolled around, I was so happy to get back to school, to begin writing in a fresh new school notebook, to reunite ...